[ Silco was willing to wait. He didn't take anything without knowing the effects first -- call it a general wariness and fear for his...unlife.

He palmed the pill, and his eyes looked him over. ]

Oh, there are the usual types. Smoked herbs, pilled concoctions, mushrooms are quite popular, if you're bold enough to harvest them from the sump lines. Then there's shimmer.

[ He says it in that way he says it, an easy familiarity of someone who knows that one, intimately. ]

It's like nothing else.